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A Trip to the Sea William Edward Harris was fifty-nine when he became a widower. After the funeral, his

The Traffic Jam Cars stand gridlocked in tight rows, motionless in either direction for the past half-hour.

**The Pink Scarf** Valerie buried her husband two years ago. He had been seventeen years older than her.

**The Last Letter** Grace had never known her father. When she grew older and asked her mother about

**Of Cats, Men, and Daffodils…** “Fancy that, it’s raining outside!”

“Katie, love, I’m sorry…” Henry cracked one eye open and immediately winced.

Rose lay with her eyes closed. Across the room, Lily sat cross-legged on the other bed, reading a textbook aloud.

Flowers Vera lay on her bed, eyes half-closed. Across the narrow dormitory room, Holly sat cross-legged

**For Love** “Excuse me, miss, do you know where Suvorov Street is? I’ve been walking in circles

For Love The young woman paused as a handsome lad with a large black satchel slung over his shoulder